Basso & Brooke are like that chameleon friend you have who vascillates between wildly childlike to cerebrally sexy to confused, but not giving a fuck. This is my way of saying I both relate to and adore them. So I’m sorry to say that I was bummed to see the shapes of the clothes themselves were more humorless than usual… color and mood more subdued, point of view more scattered and sadly more easily mistaken for the handiwork of other labels who, if anything, have taken cues from B&B and even still do (I refuse to name one particular four-letter label).
Despite my own perhaps unreasonable expectations, I did find some solace in the hodgepodge adult beauty of the collection.
The print mixes, at their most successful (above right being a good example) were reminiscent of DASE (below), giving me pause to muse that if somber script-flipping was what B&B were after, 100% DESATURATION would have been an interesting twist to the presentation.
While I can’t say I was floored even by my #FAVES here, it got even…well, judge for yourself.
What in the Sex And The City scarecrow is going on with these two (below)? WHAT WOMAN do you see just owning a street/party/circus tent wearing one of these Project Runway leftover-fabric challenges? I can’t wrap my head around it. And while my emotions are clearly getting the better of me because I am, time and time again, a huge Basso & Brooke fan, it would be sheer favoritism to let lumpy gingham folds- layered over what appear to be purple silk pants- off the hook. Ugh; just ugh.
There are far worse collections that I will be much kinder to, but only because I WANT MY BASSO & BROOKE BACK! The youth, the wit, the SPINE. Please?
Images: Style.com
